Chapter 50
Despite the letdown of the empty crypt, Isobel's spirits were high. Perhaps they'd not found her father, but she had Chris, a man who'd gone to great lengths to prove his love. A man she would marry in style.
Which meant getting her stingy grandfather to cough up some dough. Being a tight-fisted old curmudgeon, he, of course, tried to keep his wallet shut, leading to some epic battles as she went through the items in her marriage binder and insisted on having them.
"Who needs orchids flown in from some hothouse in England?" he ranted. "We have plenty of flowers in the garden."
"I want them."
"You want many things, Granddaughter. Including a guest list a mile long." Rasputin glared at her, his brows beetled.